Ivy's Venom (Whitsborough Progenies) C.A. Rene (easy readers .TXT) 📖

one by one and I’m stepping out of my boots to pull off my pants. I’m standing here in my bra and socks.

“You can leave your bra and socks on.” He sneers. “It’s cold.”

I hear him undo his belt buckle and the zing of his zipper hits my ears.

“Bend over Ivy, just like the whore you are.”

I do as he asks and pray this is over quickly, I swallow thickly at the feel of burning in my eyes. I don’t want to cry but being here in this situation again and once more at the mercy of a predator feels like more than just bad luck.

His hands spread me open and his foot kicks apart my legs, my feet slightly frozen to the icy snow. I feel his fingers, wet with his saliva, coat my dry pussy, and then he’s shoving himself inside of me. It’s painful and humiliating but I’ve been down this road many times, I know what I have to do to make it easier on myself.

The shock tears through me when I feel a metal cuff clasp around my right hand and then he yanks my left behind me, cuffing them together. He lifts my arms up and shoves me face down onto the trunk’s metal, the cold surface cutting through my skin.

Then he’s yanking on the cuffs, pulling me harder into his thrusts, and a whimper escapes me. It feels too much like Dean and his many ties and I’m having a hard time keeping it together.

“Maybe I should’ve brought that cucumber to fuck your asshole with, bet you regret saying that shit to me now, bitch.”

I don’t regret it, what I do regret is how naive I was to get out of the fucking car in the first place, all that’s happening right now is because I’m way too trusting of fucking monsters. He picks up the force of his thrusts and his movements are smoother now that there’s some wetness, but judging from the pain, it’s most likely blood. Bet that will get him off later when he sees it coating his little dick.

I concentrate on the cold metal touching my cheek, the large snowflakes dropping on my face, and wiggle my toes to make sure they’re not frost bitten. All of these things to distract me from the pain being inflicted between my legs.

He jars my face across the trunk on his last few thrusts and groans loudly, spilling himself inside of me. He pulls out and steps away from me, humming a fucking song.

“It’s cold, Adam.” My words are choppy from the chattering of my teeth, “undo the cuffs.”

“Oh, it’s cold, is it?” He chuckles. “Let me help you with that.”

I stand up, holding my hands out, and waiting for him to unlock the cuffs. The first splashes of warm liquid hitting my thighs confuse me and I turn my head to see what’s happening. Adam has his dick in his hand and he’s pissing all over my ass and legs. Humiliation and shock keeps me locked in place until he’s done, tucking himself into his pants, and striding forward.

“I think we have an understanding now, right?” He’s back to sounding like Officer Van Dyke, as if nothing fucking happened. “You will stay away from me and my family. If you come around any of us ever again, I’ll pay you another visit.”

He doesn’t scare me because I learn from my fucking mistakes and I adapt really fucking fast, he will never get me alone again. He undoes the cuffs and I stand stone still, not wanting to engage or enrage him further, I want him to leave.

“You reek of piss,” he tuts as his voice fades. “You should shower.”

I bend down to pick up my clothes, grabbing my pants and hauling them on, the pain making me wince. I hear his car start and quickly step into my boots, using my sweater to cover my chest. He passes me and sounds his sirens for a second, the noise jolting me into action. I just want to get home.

I throw on my jacket and run to my driver’s seat, the car still running, and slam the door shut, locking it immediately. The scent of ammonia taints the car and I finally let myself break down, my sobs so loud in the car’s interior.

It’s been a few days of trying to text Ivy without a response. I guess she’s giving me a taste of my own medicine and I’m finding it hard to fucking swallow. I almost broke down and asked her own father where she’s been, but I didn’t want to have to answer questions.

Today is Monday and I’ve asked Mr. Greene to let me go early, he obliged so here I am sitting in my car in the parking lot of Precious Blood Academy. Weird fucking name.

I don’t see her car here but maybe she rode with her cousin. High schools all look pretty much the same, tall, dark, and looming. Not welcoming and certainly not a safe place. My high school life consisted of gangs and drugs, that’s why I studied so fucking hard to get out of that. To try and provide Mom and Charlotte with a different life. This school looks no different, just filled with richer kids, and that could quite possibly be even worse.

The ring of  the bell brings me out of my thoughts and I watch as students rush out. Some to cars and others to waiting school buses, but I don’t see her.

I get out and lean against my car, hoping she’s late, and hoping I haven’t fucked up her schedule. Does she have last period off? Maybe she gets out earlier than others. I breathe a sigh of relief when I see her cousin strolling to his car.

“Hey.” I call out to him. “Carmelo!”

He turns and I wince at the motley of bruising on his face.

“What’s up?” He asks.

“I’m looking for Ivy.”

“She’s been homesick for a few days.” He